With Plague Soundscapes, The Locust shot for broken bones and wound up epitomizing "breakneck. Have you been injured in an accident? Back to home.
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Plague Soundscapes is The Locust's second album, and their first with ANTI- Records. It features a more refined sound than previous The Locust albums, with a greater emphasis on keyboards. Recyclable Body Fluids in Human Form" – 0:41. Identity Exchange Program Rectum Return Policy" – 0:59. Solar Panel Asses" – 0:26. Live from the Russian Compound" – 0:59. Earwax Halo Manufactured for the Champion in All of Us" – 0:52.
Plague Soundscapes is probably the most fitting name this album could possibly have. The record's entire length comes out to 21:03, yet there are twenty-three tracks, with names such as "Anything Jesus Does I Can Do Better", "Earwax Halo Manufactured For The Champion In All Of Us", and "The Half-Eaten Sausage Would Like To See You In His Office". It's the spastic and constantly shifting mood that give The Locust their edge, their trademark sound. If you have an open mind, you'll be able to pick out the chord sequences, the odd jazz/punk/metal rhythms, even the vocals, and see how they all come together to make something more than just noise pollution. While the songs do have a specific sound to all of them, they are all different once you are able to see the little things that make each one interesting; it is truly more than just pounding nonsense and crazy screaming.
Plague Soundscapes - Студийный альбом от The Locust. В альбом вошло 23 треков. Продолжительность альбома: 21:01. Identity Exchange Program Rectum Return Policy. Who Wants a Dose of the Clap? 00:51.
Plague Soundscapes is the Locust's first release for Anti, the Epitaph offshoot that includes among its intellectually superior ranks Tom Waits, Eddie Izzard, and Buju Banton. Have these respected dinner guests encouraged the Locust to serve up something less severe for dinner? Of course not. Plague Soundscapes is a churning miasma of sonic goo, a grindcore steam shovel with an insatiable appetite for shock and awe. Twenty-six-second bursts of tinfoil-biting noise molt into cohesive songs